The Billionaire Playboy's Regret (Lark and Max) novel Chapter 21

Max shot Lark a sideways glance as they neared the top of the trail where a bench marked the turn of the trail which would loop them back to the car. They’d been walking for more than an hour and they’d barely spoken a word but the quiet was peaceful.

“Remember when you, me, Ollie and Johan came up here?” she asked suddenly as they reached the bench.

“Yes. Johan picked up the rattlesnake.” He chuckled at the memory. “The man is nuts.”

“Is he still so crazy? I haven’t really spent time with him yet.”

“He’s traded in wild animals for wild women.” Max laughed, “the last woman he dated, before the cowgirl from the hospital last week, showed up at his parents’ house on a Sunday afternoon and reenacted a scene from an eighty’s movie with a boom box. He needed to call the cops.”

“He dated her?”

“For four weeks. He said she was crazy in the sack. Apparently, she was crazy out of it too.”

She shook her head at him, “I’m sure you have your fair share of crazies.”

“Maybe,” he thought about it. “In high school all the girls wanted to hook up because they thought my c**k could get their father’s closer to Papa. Seriously, the number of girls who would blow me and then ask if my parents would come over to dinner at her house so our fathers could meet was unbelievable. Enjoy this chapter for free and stay updated with the latest version on Jo b n I b.c om. Don’t miss out, visit it now. Then in college, there were two different girls in two different years try to baby trap me.” He saw her incredulous look and he shrugged, “I was already making my own millions by then. They were hoping for a ring and alimony.”

“How did you get out of it?”

“Easy. DNA is pretty easy to sort out now.”

“Weren’t you worried?”

He noted the concern in her blue eyes and his heart skipped a beat. He’d missed her caring nature so much. He shrugged, “I’m very conscientious about s****❘ protection. I never take risks with my s****l health or the health of my partners. It’s my responsibility to make sure both I and my partner are safe. I take necessary precautions and I have never engaged in s*x unprotected without a condom.”

She stared at him as if confused, “you’ve never had s*x without a condom?”

“I mean I’ve been blown without a condom but not intercourse.” He kept his face straight as her cheeks burned bright red at his blunt comment. “Anyway, both women were forced to accept I was not the father when DNA cleared me.”

“You’ve never had anyone show up with a boom box?”

“No but I did have a girl once show up to crash a date I was on wearing nothing but a raincoat.”

“She crashed your date wearing a raincoat?”

“And nothing else.”

“What did you do?”

“Took them both home.” He took perverse pleasure in the way her mouth opened and closed at his comment. “I’m kidding, Lark. My security took raincoat-lady home, and I finished my date.”

“Oh.” She shook her head.

“You really do think the worst of me, don’t you? You really think I’m into threesomes and orgies?” He lifted an inquisitive eyebrow as she plunked back down on the bench and uncapped her water bottle. “I promise, I’ve never engaged in s*x with two women at the same time and I’ve never been intimate with two girls on the same day, despite what everyone likes to say.”

“Come on, Max. You collected a bloody harem in high school.”

“You do know most of the girls who hung around, I never actually screwed, right? I might have made out with a handful, a few got on their knees but there weren’t that many I actually f****d. Most of the time it was for show or to prove a point or, “he shrugged, “to ease an ache.”

“What ache?” she sneered at the comment. “You were the wealthiest kid at school with the world at your feet. What were you aching over so bad you needed to drown your sorrows in p***y?”

“Lark Hoffman, language.”